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I woke up early today, to this words again, vague as usual. I don't know who's behind those words. But it seems to be important and It's the third time this week.
Maybe I'm not feeling well. Or maybe.. It was my encounter with the vampire. What was his name again, I thought deeply with my hands raised to my beating chest. Claws? Craws? Cars, klas? Class?
What did the chick call him again? At this moment I felt an overwhelming wave of dizziness. Thinking too much is going to get me hospitalised.
I need to get ready for hell. I don't need Mr. Saltzman in my face today. I shifted my weight to the right side of my bed, letting my feet hit the carpetered floor. I got up and raised to the bathroom leaving my bedroom a mess. No time for fixing.
30 minutes later after a cold shower, I'm now dressed in a white turtle neck shirt, a white leather jacket with a white cargo pants. Don't get me wrong, I love the colour white. I've been talked into adding a different mix but... It seems something in my blood is calling me to the colour white.
I head to my walk in closet picking up white socks with white shoes. Not forgetting to comb my hair and put on a rolex watch.
Now that I'm done for the day, I left my mansion going straight to my car. I have a wide range of cars.
I chose a BMW today for ma ride. It's white by the way.
After saying bye to my mom, I left for school.
--Few minutes later after stopping by the grill. I'm now at the parking lot of the hell hole. Looking out of my tinted window, I saw none other than the Salvatore kid with the Chica. And of course, they'd be kissing at this time of the day. Such an embarrassment. With a sigh, i took hold of my milked coffee and got ready to meet my supposed fans. The school was alive with joy. A symphony of laughter echoing against the unpolished walls of Mystic High. At this moment, nothing can compare to being at home. This place is a nightmare of all nightmares. I took a sip of my coffee.
A chill raised down my spin as I spotted them. Those bitches, make-up cooked bitches, my so called fans.
How i wished it to be an illusion. But deep inside, I knew it to be real.
Here goes nothing...
Cerbian, Cerbian, I faceplamed as I've already grabbed enough attention by parking my car. Now this cockcroaches won't leave me alone with their wings of a phone.
Damn..
Hello ladies, boys, lovely to see you on this fine Monday morning. I gave them my signature fake smile. Avoiding their disgusting hands and bodies. They reek of poopsical chemicals.
Cerbian, they kept shouting my name on top of their lungs. Cerbina.
One went as far as calling me Cerbina, seeming it an unfitting nickname for me.
Ladies please, the name's Cerbian. Now if you'd please excuse me, I have Mr Saltzman. Gotta go. --After avoiding dull as a dishwater doppelganger and her cronies, I'm now face to face with Mr salt with the biggest lie on the tip of my tongue. Who was I kidding, his classes are boring. It's always about history and history that.. I don't even remember. Why did you miss school on Friday? Mr Saltzman faced his board addressing me Infront of so many eyes. Like usual, I shrugged and move to my sit which is behind witchy darling. Oh you know, an accident happened when I was walking down the stairs at my house. I took a sit not looking at him or anyone else. After all, 2 can play this game. Oh really? He tskedYes really. I replied with a nod. Without getting much more, Laric turned to the class droning on about some 100s history. Ganger, Witchery, and Bombshell are busy exchanging signals. They should turn to satellites. RINGGGG... Finally, the bell rang. I moved to leave the class but... King, I stopped to see who called me. It was none other than bombshell. How can I help you Forbes? Just now, whispers broke out across the halls of a mystic wine. Oh, I was wondering if you'd be my date at the Mikaelsons Ball. She fluttered her eyelashes at me. Why do women like doing that? Michaels sons? What's that? I asked with my eyebrows raised. Bombshell had the guts to twitch her lips in my presence. Was she gonna laugh or something? Not that. It's Mikaelson. You know, the originals? Bombshell moved forward, a little bit forward giving me that puupy look. Twirling her hair with her left painted index finger. I'll think about it. With that I turned and left for my next class which is chemistry. Thing one: did he just say yes? Thing 2: I hope not. Thing 3: Caroline is going to regret this. Thing 1: definitely. --3rd person POV Sitting at a round table.. I finally asked him out. What? So the rumors were true after all. Here they are, at the grill talking about none other than the latest celebrity, Cerbian King. Damn Caroline. I didn't expect you to do that. You put on quite the show. Stefan mused with his glass raised to his lips. I know right, what happened? Elena finally asked with a smirk on her face. What was his reaction? Caroline laughed out loud as she looked at Bonnie who was busy looking at the grills entrance. Clearly expecting someone. He was soo hottttt. Damn, the eyes alone is top notch. He's gonna be my forever husband. What? Bonnie finally turned her attention back to her not missing the smug look on her face. What about our June wedding? And our kids? You're still on about that? Stefan scoffed. Don't be a party popper Stefan. Then, Bonnie with a roll of her eyes got up with her cup of coffee raised up high turned to the new comer.Let us welcome the security guard of mystic falls. They all burst out laughing. C'mon judgy, don't be so stubborn. The new comer replied with his usual smirk and eye roll. Hello Elena, Stetan, Barbie. How was school kids? Don't start Damon. We were having fun without you. Way to ruin the fun Stefan. And I thought you were the sexy one. BTW.. The Mikaelsons are planning on signing a peace contract. There was a chorus of WHATS.You heard right. I hope you all have partners. I'll be going with Elena and Stefan. What about you witchy? Where you even invited? Bonnie gave an offended look to that silly statement. Of course she's going. She's going with Matt. That is if he doesn't have a date. And I'm going with Cerbian. And she has been invited. Caroline huffed with her shoulders raised and chest puffed out. Pfff.. You're what? Who's that? The mysterious kid? Damon took a sit laughing his ass off.Ignoring the statement about Bonnie. Give me a glass of bourbon. He ordered the bartender with his eyes dilating. Caroline, he didn't even say yes. Elena made an okay face but deep inside, she was jealous as fuck. Caroline knowing her well enough, got up and took her bag. He doesn't have to, I'll follow him home. C'mon Bonnie, let's go. With their arms linked, they left the trio to their misery. BTW, we're still having our wedding, you're the sidechic anyways. Caroline whispered to Bonnie who smiled at her. ... ... ... ...
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